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Battle Of The Heir And Heiress (Heir & Heiress 1)

Battle Of The Heir And Heiress (Heir & Heiress 1)

Everywhere becomes silent as every single pair of eyes turn to us and although I'm used to attention, it's never been in this type of situation and I find myself wondering how to handle it. All worries fly out the window though when Hunter grabs my hand after locking his car. Murmurs erupt in every angle of the school ground at his actions and I glance at Hunter only to see a look of determination on his face. What is he up to? He suddenly turns me towards him and traps me against the car door. "You're right, we need to clear one misunderstanding" he states his breath fanning my face. "And what would that be?" I breath out already dazed by him. Get a grip Daisy, you're out in public! "That you are mine and all other boys can fuck off" He answers hoarsely just as he finally closes the space between us and takes my lips for a world-rocking kiss. ************* Daisy Heart is a friendly heiress with great friends who just wants to have a good high school experience. She thinks everything is beautiful except the heir to the Stone Empire: Hunter Stone. Hunter Stone is a playboy Heir who just wants to have a good time while young before responsibilities come knocking. He thinks everything is fun except the heiress to the Heart group of Hotels: Daisy Heart. After being forced into being partners and roommates for a school camp project, Hunter and Daisy are determined to make each other's life hell. The undeniable attraction between them certainly doesn't help. To make things worse, Hunter also knows that Daisy has feelings for his best friend. Sequel to series of fights, failed pranks and arguments, fate offers to deal a final blow to the situation. An arranged marriage.
I'M HIS AND HIS MINE

I'M HIS AND HIS MINE

It hurts to look at her. It hurts to look at her smile knowing I'm not the cause for it. I like the way her cheeks tug towards her eyes whenever she smiles or laughs. That's when I know she means it. It hurts to see her walk into the arms of another man. It hurts to see her lips meet his in a kiss. It hurts to know she isn't mine. I can't bring myself to call this love. Surely love isn't supposed to hurt like this? I know it's wrong to feel like this about her but I can't do anything about it...so I'm leaving. I need to run before I do something stupid that will hurt her...that will hurt my brother. Brad is one lucky son of a bitch. I hope he knows that. I can see her from where I am sitting right now. It's graduation day. The day is finally here. I am sitting on the stage of the auditorium which is flooded with people. Of course, her face stands out in the crowd. She's sitting next to Brad with my parents, watching the class Valedictorian give her speech. I know she's here because of Brad and some of her senior friends but for a moment, I allow myself to pretend that she's here for me. I can't pin point the exact moment I started to care so much for her. She was my friend before she became my brother's girlfriend. I liked her before Brad paid any attention to her. In a way, I know they're together because of me. I was their bridge. I should feel good about that, I suppose, but I don't. Thinking about it makes me sad. When did I become this depressed person? God knows I need the change of scenery. I can't wait for this to be over.
Friendship love hatred

Friendship love hatred

Siddharth Singh Raizada and Arjun Kumar Bhalla are just like two poles apart. If Siddharth likes to mask his pain by his ruthless behavior, Arjun loves to hurt more by his venomous words. If Siddharth could control his anger to hide his emotions, Arjun could do to any extent to make Siddharth lose his temper. If Siddharth is an egoistic self-centered jerk, Arjun is an unemotional frigid psycho. There was a time when they both even can’t stand the opposite side of any team, but now they cant bear their presence even at a 100 feet distance. Time has passed away still they are standing at the edge where they seemed to be lost forever. Friends can become the best enemy if they part ways by some mere misunderstandings. Friends can only hurt us in a way more than we could expect if they turned to the other side of us. Here is a story where friendship, love, even hatred have special space in every aspect. A strong friendship where no one can even dream to break, but it’s lost forever with a small misunderstanding. True love which is formed only based on trust broke only with the lack of trust. The hatred is now living between these people who have nothing more left with. ***** Ishita Raizada, a beautiful young emotional girl is broken beyond repair. She is trying hard to cope up with the new changes in her life. What will happen when she meets the person who is the reason for her destruction again after two long years? Will they be able to forgive and now on in their lives? Arjun entered their lives only to make them more miserable. But is it only them? Mishty Gupta, a colorful girl who has sky dreams gets entangled with their lives. Can she be able to achieve her dreams by not meddling with these people? How will her life change with her entry into another mysterious group of people? Mihir Arora, the reason for Siddharth smile and he could make Arjun calm with just one smile. He is the only hope where everything can come to normal. Will he be able to bring his friends back to how they have been?
The Girl Who Forgot Love

The Girl Who Forgot Love

I woke up disoriented, the harsh hospital lights blinding me. My parents, faces pale and strained, sat by my bedside. They said I' d had a breakdown, a public humiliation at the Spring Fling. My boyfriend, Ethan. He had betrayed me. But as they spoke, a chilling truth settled over me: I remembered the facts, but the feelings were gone. The doctors explained it as dissociative amnesia – specifically, all emotional connection to Ethan had vanished. He visited, demanding I "remember us," utterly confused, even arrogant, when I offered only polite detachment. His parents tried too, bringing mementos of our past. I felt nothing but a quiet void where love, or even anger, should have been. Everyone around me was frantic for the 'old Ava,' heartbroken and distraught. But I wasn't. There was just this calm, unsettling emptiness, like reading a sad story about a character I barely knew. Why was everyone else more upset about my memory loss than I was? Was I broken? Who was I without the girl who'd loved him so fiercely, only to be shattered? Feeling like a disconnected observer in my own life, a fraudulent smile plastered on my face, I knew I couldn't pretend anymore. I needed to find out who Ava Miller was, now. Desperate for answers, I sought professional help. And that' s when destiny, or perhaps just a very small town, intervened. My new psychologist was Liam Walker: my kind, long-lost childhood friend, whose presence felt strangely, comfortingly like home.